Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 193 It's not easy to be a judge!
On the second day, Zhou Rui carried out his daily life step by step, with classes and no labs.

As a responsible student, I will definitely be the last one to leave and pull down the total power supply.

Two days later, Zhou Rui ushered in his first job as a judge in his life.

"Classmate Zhou."

A girl took Zhou Rui to the gymnasium with a work card.

Today is the scene of the "Top Ten Campus Singers", 33 into 16.

Why is it 33?I understand everything.

It was only after he came that he realized that the specification of this competition was higher than he had imagined.

In Fuda’s 5000-seat gymnasium, a stage was built in the center, with lights, fog machines, speakers, teleprompters, and a fixed camera behind it.

Although the gymnasium often holds events, such as campus parties, the standard is obviously higher now.

Basically, it was a semi-professional concert, and Zhou Rui could tell from this posture that it must be sponsored by the sponsor's father.

Looking at the material on the side, it says "Zhengda Group", and I know it in my heart, after all, this gymnasium is donated by the other party.

No wonder the school came looking for him again and again. It turned out that there was really a big commotion and wanted him to support the scene.

But what really matters is the final, which is now just a promotion match.

These arrangements will remain until the end of the finals. The whole process is open. Zhou Rui noticed that there were some people sitting sparsely in the auditorium. They should be students with nothing to do.

The girl who led the way didn't know who Zhou Rui was. She was just an officer of the student union, and she was only in charge of other things.

Zhou Rui was ushered to the front judges' seat. Although the performance hadn't started yet, the other three judges had already arrived.

An uncle in his 50s is the teacher of the Fuda Choir.

A female teacher in her 40s should be a teacher of the Youth League Committee.

There is also a senior sister, an acquaintance.

"Teacher A Rui, you are really here!"

The senior sister enthusiastically surrounded her and grabbed Zhou Rui's hand.

Zhou Rui: "Sister, we meet again, did you forget to ask your name last time?"

Senior sister smiled brightly: "My surname is Gan, Gan Yuan."

Only then did Zhou Rui know the full name of Senior Sister Da Deng. Although Zhou Rui was pestered by her in the cafeteria once and voted for her, he did not remember her name.

Just remember the lights are good.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Gan, Senior Sister Gan, don't call me Teacher A Rui, the real teacher is over there."

Zhou Rui didn't ignore the two elders. Although they were all younger brothers sitting in the venue as music judges, they were all real teachers outside the venue.

School is not about fighting and killing, it is about people's understanding of the world.

Zhou Rui smiled and greeted the two teachers. He was very calm, but it was just a competition in the school. He didn't need to hold it here to show how professional and special he was.

This is like how a multi-millionaire may eat pancakes, but he won’t compete with others in adding more eggs at the pancake stand.

The two teachers are also very kind. Although there is sponsorship and the standard is relatively high, this is still a campus competition at the student level, which does not involve too much interest, and the two are just playing workers.

Zhou Rui had a white score board in front of him, a marker pen, and an eraser. The process was very simple. The contestants came up to sing, the judges scored, commented one by one, and then carried away to the next one.

Among the four judges, Zhou Rui and the teacher of the youth league committee sat in the middle, obviously the right to speak had been shown by their positions.

After waiting for too long, the lights in the stadium dimmed, and a boy in a ceremonial suit acted as the host, making it look good.

It was just a promotion match. The host simply opened the scene and said, "I invite contestant No. [-] to perform on stage."

The lights were dimmed again, and a strong light hit the center of the stage. After all, it was not a concert, but a fixed light position.

The one who played was a fat girl, wearing a long skirt, with broad shoulders, a solid weight, and a plump round face. At first glance, she looked like a good material for singing.

The chubby girl bowed: "Hi, judges and teachers, the performance piece I brought is: "Good Day"."

Hey!
Zhou Rui gasped, this song is not easy to sing!It's harder to sing than most popular songs!

Unexpectedly, contemporary college students would choose such a song.

The loud soundtrack played, the girl's expression was perfect, her eyes were vivid, and she was very festive at first glance.

"Happy gongs and drums ~ knock out the joy of every year~"

It's a pity that he missed the bottom line as soon as he opened his mouth, and the first sentence was a bit out of tune, and it took half a beat.

These problems are very obvious under Zhou Rui's [Absolute Sense of Music].

The breath is unstable, but the charm of Chinese singing is okay.

After one song was sung, the host reminded: "Please judge the judges to score."

Zhou Rui picked up the scoring board and thought about it.

Although the vocal level is not good, it is not easy to maintain a festive smiling face throughout the process.

I wanted to see how the other judges scored, but unfortunately the lights were too dim and too far away to see anything clearly.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Rui wrote down a 6. In fact, he wanted to write 6.5 more, but he could only write a whole point system.

The rhythm was very fast, only ten seconds were given to write the score, and the host said: "Please brighten the score!"

Four cards were raised.

From left to right are 9, 9, 6, 8 consistent high scores, except for Zhou Rui.

Hey!
Zhou Rui was taken aback, what about opening the blind box?
Doesn't it seem that I am young and have a lot of things?

Everyone looked at the 6 in Zhou Rui's hand, including the host and contestants.

Before Zhou Rui could recall, the host said, "Please comment."

Choir teacher: "You sing very well, which college are you from?"

Praise, Gala is homely.

Teacher of the Youth League Committee: "Students can have this level, it is very good. I will give you 9 points. If you lose one point, you will be proud."

The three-piece set of "applause", "moved" and "continue to work hard" went through all of them.

Zhou Rui thought to himself, is it so relaxed?This event is still not formal enough, we should let the judges have an affair first
It could also be that this was the case during the audition, but Zhou Rui wasn't there.

When it was Zhou Rui's turn, everyone looked over, waiting for him to give 6 points an explanation.

Zhou Rui turned the scoring board around calmly, with a sincere and serious expression: "Sorry for taking it upside down just now, I gave it a 9, a very impressive performance, I saw a young people's musical dream."

The fat girl smiled happily.

Senior Sister Gan: "I give it eight points. It is slightly lacking in stability, but the flaws are not concealed. I hope you will continue to work hard."

After the fat girl stepped off the stage, senior sister Gan obviously saw that Zhou Rui was temporarily "referring to 6 to 9", and whispered: "Mr. A Rui, this is the first round of promotion, and it is the first to perform. Everyone scored very well." It’s loose, as long as the 16 people who are relatively good are selected, don’t be too strict.”

Generally, the further back, the stricter, and now several judges are mainly encouraging.

Zhou Rui nodded, understood, it turned out to be such a tune.

It's not that easy to be a judge. If the four of them fight each other, it's probably enough to write a song.

Contestant No. 2 is a skinny hip-hop boy, who may not weigh 80 catties, but the dog leash around his neck must weigh 20 catties. He has no tattoos on his body, but his crotch is almost down to his knees.

"Hello, judges, my repertoire is: "8 Mile""

Zhou Rui thought to himself, Fuda is a place where talents come out in large numbers, and there are even rap singers.

Now is not 23 years, the era when anyone who didn’t enter the factory to make screws dared to call himself Repper, now in China, this is definitely a rare thing.

Pretty much the top of the chain of contempt.

Although the rhythm of the No. 2 contestant was a bit chaotic, and his English was a bit hot, the speed in the middle was too fast, and it sounded like he was chanting sutras with his mouth sewn together.

But being able to sing a whole rap song is pretty good, and Zhou Rui also relaxed the standard.

"Ask the judges to score."

Zhou Rui wrote down an 8, looked around, but still couldn't see clearly.

But this time it should be fine.

"Please show your score!"

From left to right, they are 4, 4, 8, 4.

Zhou Rui's fist hardened.

No, you play me together, right?
"Ask the judges to comment."

Choir teacher: "I scored 4 points because I don't think this is one of the top ten singers in music, so I have to sing anyway."

Youth League teacher: "English is very confusing, I suggest you choose some normal music next time."

Everyone looked at Zhou Rui to see how he explained his 8 points.

It can't be said to be reversed now, can it?

Zhou Rui: "Ahem, I think this brand new form of music is worth trying, but your performance still has many shortcomings. I give this high score mainly because I want to give you a second chance. "

He built a bridge with his hands, covering his deep gaze:

"Do you have Free Style?"

(End of this chapter)